See the spider, my dear
It is creating a cobweb
By its own energy
See the spider, my dear
It is winding it up.
I am alone
I have so many poems
I am a living entity
Like the spider
I am always playing in poems.
Here in my poems
There is bliss
Here in my poems
There is knowledge
And also eternity.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem